Nakiasha Nhaeslal - Warden, Priestess of Corellon Larethian

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Race: Moon Elf
Height: 5'4
Hair: Shimmering black, silver mithril strands lightly highlight, straight, with a very simple silver diadem sitting on top of her forehead her hair wrapped around it the center of it a moonstone in the shape of a crescent moon, her hair goes down just below her shoulder blades.
Eyes: Forest green, deep gentle, usually calm, sometimes mischievous, always alert looking around her.
Attire:
Around her neck is always a silver pendent of Corellon Larethian.
On her right ear a mithril ring is set
Armor: "This armor was clearly crafted by the hand of a master. Elegant patterns are faintly etched into the plate, a crisscross of blue and the purest silver. Every piece of this suit of full plate armor shimmers in the light never tarnishing, never dulling, never dented, not scratched."
Cloak: "fine cloak is woven with strands of silk under the light of the moon and stars and chanted to reflect their ethereal beauty. It is often worn by moon elven priestesses and bards of reputation and wealth"
Sword: She is never seen without her longsword, keeping it attached to her side. The pommel is decorated with moonstones. The make being very clearly elven crafted. With hints of gold along it. When drawn those with sensitive ears would hear faint whispers of sound. When it is focused it turns to a melodic yet terrifying cry. A soft golden glow will form spreading out to encircle her and protect her.

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Known Background:
Long has she walked the lands of Cormyr though not as long as some of the older kin. Known to have come from Leuthilspar, Evermeet, a city elf drawn into the back woods. She walks strong in faith as a priestess of Corellon, gentle caring hand and voice pieced together with a large heart for Tel'Quessir. She started more as a sun elf in action, frowning upon the half-orcs and keeping her distance from humans. Fellow kin introduced her to some of the old heroes and trusted friends to the Tel'Quessir. Those that deserved and earned the respect of the people with their many deeds and loyalty. She learned love and loss, war and beauty, friendship and betrayal. Tested repeatedly by the trials of land known as Cormyr, the Forest kingdom. A land that holds much history to the elven people. She was shown the old temples, the ancient ruins, the ways of the land. Her eyes opened to many things not seen before. After some time given the mithril earing that remains on her ear. A soft voice whispering the purpose of their path deep within the woods. A city elf brought out of her element, out of the grand temples the diamond roads, the spiraling magical towers of a land called home to many a kin. She returned a few times to her beloved land only to be face with yet more trials along her path. Then the final great trial, not the last but the greatest test she could have hoped to pass. Not knowing if she would she knew she may never see some of her family and friends again she took up the blade resting before her. Expecting the rush of arcane fire to erupt around her and take her it never came. What she saw and heard was only for her know. What she felt was only for her to know. Her ancestors embraced her that day. She now carries a burden deep within her. Within her knowledge that there is no peace in Arvandor waiting for her, only the continual aid and defense of Tel'Quessir. Forever a warrior, forever a protector. With noble appearance yet youthful heart she now walks Cormyr's lands her home till called by the Father.